Bren didn’t seem outwardly aggressive and seemed fairly agreeable, if just with a hint of machismo. Devon appreciated the less than intimidating stance and size up. He understood that as an Alpha, Bren would naturally want to know why Devon called for the meeting or get a better sense of him. Rogues could sometimes pose threats to pack leaders, but Devon wasn’t interesting in sparring with him. He had a warning to give and that was pretty much it.
Devon nodded. Bren had a pack and that was just interesting. When Bren brought up what Violet had said, he smirked and reached for his beer. “Sounds more like Violet wants me in an asylum.” He took a sip of his beer and shrugged. “I’ve been in a pack before. Didn’t care much for it.”